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A romantic poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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If the sun
upon kissing the sea
paints it the color of fire
and the burning of its desire
blends the red with the black
and the blue with the dreams,
why don´t you kiss me, my love?.
If the sea...
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When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen
Sublime, fantastic visions of the night.
Once as I slept within a forest green
My eyes beheld a most adventurous sight.
Pitch dark it was, but then...
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When players
know their instruments so well
that thought is act
and both of them are one
or when impassioned poets
in a spell hear chanting faster
than a pen can run
or when an artist
in a...
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Alas, when he arose he saw a stream
Instead of Lethe. He tried to understand.
He saw a rock. He cried, "Was it a dream?"
Of Orpheus he thought. His cry rose to a scream!
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